Why do I shut the bathroom door when nobody's home?   Because I'm sure as hell there's no one watching.   I've wrapped my mind in police tape so many times.   Now every little thing is yelling caution.   I've got a skyscraper of textbooks obscuring my view,   an alarm clock at my side to keep the pace.   Yes, I may be a bit too preoccupied   with winning this superficial race.      Tell me who the hell remembers the second man on the moon.      If I was paid money for every hour I slept,   I'd be looking up at the poverty line   I'm lacking in identity, but deeds are all that show.   Just smile and shake the hand and I look fine.   An overdose of novacaine, status is all that matters   An overdose of novacaine, keep telling yourself that   An overdose of novacaine, status is all that matters   An overdose of novacaine      Tell me who the hell remembers the second man on the moon      The trunk is filled with boxes. She puts the car in drive.   And her caring friend who loves her - he's just a passer-by.   As the wheels roll forward, she glances to the right.   She sees only her reflection, but not to the outside.   With a tear in his eye, he opens up his lips.   They are dry from constant listening - he never got a kiss.   She turns up her stereo, never hears what he said.   The only thing he wanted was for her to think of him.      Tell me who remembers the second man.   Who remembers the second man?   Who remembers the second man?   Who will remember me?